For me, the most depressing thing about contemporary politics is how despite everything that has transpired in reality, in Villager Years, which are like Dog Years only more gristly, it is always and forever October 2001 and George Doubleyew Shithead Reigns Eternal.
A-fucking-men.
Adding, if you detect a tad bit of anger, frustration, what-have-you, you are one hundred percent correct.
